Gone are the days when the starry-eyed girl from a village or small town dreamt of making it big in the city or the best-known country. Not merely for the reason that humankind is presently working towards landing on the nearest potentially habitable...

I think it’s fair to say that my mother's face was prematurely wrinkled. It was a roadmap of intersecting lines, a study of crisscrossed patterns that ran across the avenues and planes of her face. Imagine it with me as a piece of art, an